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Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

Elaine spoke after a long pause. “Fair enough.” Becky nodded in approval with her chin high. “What am I supposed to do until then?” I asked. Elaine steepled her fingers and stared into space before making eye contact with me again. “Since he came by choice and black magic, you can have yourself blessed by a priest. Surround yourself with holy water and a bible. It will protect you from any harm a malignant entity may inflict. What this can’t do is remove it from your life. Whatever he is, you and he are bound by an ancient white magic contract.”

She seemed to take a deep breath within the glowing aura surrounding her, “In the intricate web of magic, there’s a connection to everything around a practitioner. Someone, like Amy who uses dark magic and one wielding its light counterpart, like you, can create a clandestine link of immense power, a two-way mirror through which secrets and intentions flow like an invisible river. For the one using dark magic, it is akin to casting an unseen, insidious thread, one that reaches out like a shadowy tendril, seeking a foothold within the consciousness of the light magic user. It is an intrusion, a breach of boundaries, as their intentions and thoughts become subtly intertwined with those of thei

Whispers of the Tempest, summoning a tempest of swirling shadows and ethereal voices that carry dark omens and malevonent messages, this power can unleash devastating storms or manipulate wind current to suffocate my opponents. Void Veil, tapping into the void the realm of nothingness and emptiness, I will conjure a veil of darkness that distors perception and reality, plunging areas or individuals into the abyss of absolute darkness. Within the Void, time and space lose their meaning, and the mind can be easily shattered, I think this is my favorite of all. Unable to practise the spells, and dark magic, I memorise the spells, incantations and everything it encompasses equiping myself for it

Aislen frowned. “Corpse hair,” Connery replied mildly. “F-k me,” Aislen’s eyes widened, and she flicked a look at Stella and Bianca. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “Necromancy,” Stella confirmed. “One of the forbidden arts amongst almost every coven due to it’s dangerous and rather dubious nature.” “Only as dubious as the practitioner,” Connery corrected. “Focus on your own spell,” Meguitte replied without looking up. “And allow me to focus on mine.”

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

- Jason, I have to tell you something important. -You know you can count on me for anything, right? -Yes, that's why I need you to do me a favor. -Whatever small -Do not freak out. -I warn you. He looks at me confused. -What? Why? - Jason ...- I murmur. I tell him not to get upset and get upset. -In agreement! - him raises his hands in peace sign - I'll try not to, but tell me. -Do you know who Azael is?

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.